Post by Demitri Sterantio on Mar 29, 2012 6:55:22 GMT
DEMITRI STERANTIO
THE BASICS
THE BASICS
Name: Demitri Sterantio
Nicknames: None
Age: 19
Gender: Male
Years at camp: Two and a half
FAMILY
Father: Anteros, God of Love Returned
Mother: Alessandra Sterantio, Diner Waitress
Siblings: No full siblings, but various half-brothers and sisters from his father he is meeting for the first time at Camp Halfblood
Children: None
Other: An aunt and some cousins on his mom's side
Pets: A group of butterflies (against his will)
APPERANCE
Species: Greek Demigod
Hair: Brown and slightly wavy, usually cut at a medium length
Eyes: Blue/gray
Skin: Fair skin tone
Stature: Moderately tall with a lean but muscular build
Clothing style: Always wears a jacket of some sort, usually leather, along with any type of t-shirt and jeans
Distinguishing features: His intense stare, facial stubble
PERSONALITY
Likes:
- Girls (Especially Thalia)
- His half-siblings
- Sparring
- Thrills
- Greek food
- Doves
Dislikes:
- Showing weakness
- Being controlled
- His unfamiliarity with his real parents
- People who mock true love
- Butterflies
Strengths:
- Physically strong
- Confident
- Independent
Weaknesses:
- Unable to use any weapons aside from his brass knuckles and bow
- Headstrong
- Doesn't work well with others
Fears:
- Artemis and Zeus (for him flirting with Thalia)
- Failing at protecting people he cares about
- Punishment with unrequited love
Weapons: Brass knuckles, a bow he crafted himself at camp
Fighting Style: Given his background in boxing and Brazilian jiu-jitsu he prefers hand-to-hand combat. Demitri isn't particularly experienced with or fond of using weapons, but as a son of Anteros he has recently discovered some natural talent for archery at the camp.
Overall:
Demitri is known to be tough and standoffish with a bit of a dangerous edge. He grew up as a loner and learned to disregard the feelings of others to achieve his own goals. With his independent attitude he also finds it difficult to accept help and isn’t a very good team player. However, this is merely a defensive mechanism and somewhere deep inside he has a big heart.
Whereas most demigods come to Camp Half-Blood learning how to defend themselves, Demitri is learning to open up and learn more about himself. As a son of Anteros he is discovering many hidden talents he never knew he had, such as his skill in archery and the ability to truly care for other people. Being around his half-siblings is the first time he’s ever felt in the presence of family, and is fiercely protective of them.
Despite all the hearts Demitri has nonchalantly broken in the past, he finds himself falling in love with Thalia Grace, though he still finds it hard to admit to such vulnerability. He normally has a very confident attitude, but since the concept of love is now such a major and unfamiliar part of his life, he occasionally acts unpredictably because of it. Once, when an Ares kid mocked love and the Anteros bloodline, Demitri lashed out with one of his powerful punches and dislocated the camper’s jaw.
HISTORY
Born: May 25th
Homeland: New Orleans, Louisiana
History:
Alessandra Sterantio lived a typical Cinderella story kind of life, where a hard working lower-class woman is swept off her feet by some larger-than-life man who solves all her problems, and they live happily ever after. She was an amazing cook with modest ambitions in life, hoping to one day open her own restaurant once she could afford it. In the meanwhile she got a minimum wage job waitressing at a Greek style diner in New Orleans, where she contributed countless ideas and recipes over the years, but of course got no credit for anything. The restaurant gained a wonderful reputation for its food among the locals, but it never became too famous under its poor management.
New Orleans was known to be one of the most romantic cities in the United States, so naturally the love god Anteros felt compelled to visit. One day, by chance, he was stopped dead in his tracks by the familiar yet almost forgotten aroma emanating from the diner. All his remaining senses were aroused as soon as he entered. First, his eyes were greeted by a beautiful young waitress. They accidentally touched hands as she passed him the menu, briefly cherishing the soft and warm feeling. She then sung to his ears sweetly as she took his order, and returned a few minutes later with the best-tasting, most authentic dish Anteros had eaten since the time of the ancient Greeks.
It proved true that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. After the first bite he insisted that Alessandra sit with him, and they quickly fell in love over their intimate conversation. Anteros offered to take her to Olympus, where she would prepare delicious meals for the gods and be forever young. She accepted, but this isn’t her story.
Rather, it’s about the one child she had with Anteros. When Demitri was born, he had to be raised in the mortal realm and was left under the care of Alessandra’s sister. They were instructed to raise him as their own and not reveal any details about his true parents. Although his aunt and uncle were decent caregivers, they already had so many children of their own and Demitri always felt like a burden that didn’t belong.
He grew up with the usual characteristics of a demigod, including ADHD, dyslexia, and being the target of unusual events. After getting blamed for everything and being labeled a troublemaker, he decided to embrace the image. Eventually his aunt enrolled him in boxing classes to channel his “aggression” and teach him discipline, and Demitri instantly fell in love with the sport. However, his aunt made him promise to improve his grades in school, and when he couldn’t deliver he resorted to forging his report cards.
Demitri was eventually caught during high school and was dropped from his boxing lessons. He then became ever more rebellious and fell into some bad crowds. He started working odd jobs to continue boxing and also took up Brazilian jiu-jitsu. The more his aunt would try to punish him by cutting off luxuries, the more desperate he became for money. He would briefly leech off of girlfriend after girlfriend to pay for various things and even picked pockets occasionally.
Anteros and Alessandra decided to reach out to him in a dream, figuring that the path he was heading toward was more dangerous than the scent he would give off after learning he was a demigod. Demitri refused to accept the idea of being the son of a god and ignored everything they said. As much as he tried to deny it, it became increasingly difficult for him to defend himself as more threats detected his scent. At his lowest point when he basically became a vagrant, he noticed a pair of doves perched above him as he tried to sleep beneath a tree.
He stared in fascination, enamored with the ideas of peace, love, and freedom they represented to him. They seemed to read his thoughts and began communicating with him, which initially freaked him out. He was ready to go into denial mode again, but simply accepted them after realizing how truly desperate he was for companionship. They soon became trusted friends, and he allowed them to guide him to Camp Half-Blood, where he now reluctantly resides.
Upon his arrival he had to say goodbye to the doves and was greeted instead by swarm of butterflies, publicly signifying that Anteros had claimed him as a son. Ever since, butterflies tend to cling to him from time to time, despite repeated attempts to swat them away. They seem to be attracted by his inner passion and sensitivity, but Demitri just finds them to be embarrassing to his tough guy image.
ALL THE REST
Name/Alias: Tzargos, Eric, or Oak, take your pick.
Age: 23
Experience: On and off for about 10 years
Other characters: Tzargos
Face claim: Ian Somerhalder
Referral: Dreamer
RP Sample:
Trading card games; the perfect combination of gambling, strategy, and chance. They were insanely popular among both kids and adults, so you’d think Tzargos would be pleased by it. But something about them didn’t quite seem kosher. One of the more recently developed games was already having a championship tournament in his home turf of Las Vegas. He had to go investigate.
Thankfully, it wouldn’t be too much effort. He had a pretty hot date that night and would hate to miss it. His first stop was at one of the local game shops, where the windows were plastered with posters advertising the Pokedaemon Trading Card Game. The shop reeked of unshowered nerds, but it was still a step up above the stench of unshowered gamblers combined with cigarette smoke and alcohol in casinos. Something about it was still awkward though, with the awkward gaze of pimply nerds focused on ‘Max’ as he strolled in with his usual swagger.
Perhaps he was a little over-dressed? While all the other patrons were clad in graphic tees and ratty old jeans, he was dressed to impress for tonight’s date. Sporting a tight dress shirt with the top few buttons undone, the guy at the counter instantly tensed up at the sight of the seemingly normal necklace dangling over Max’s partially exposed chest.
"And here I was just looking for some cards, but instead it seems like you just saw something you like?" He said sarcastically, with a playful smirk at the salesperson.
The salesperson stared right past Max and gave his customers a stern look. They rose out of their seats, each glancing at the god-in-disguise without a word as they left the store. Tzargos didn’t let it faze him as he examined the glass display cases intently. The cases featured some rare individual Pokedaemon cards at insane prices, along with boxes of booster packs with random cards inside. The game seemed to represent some sick perversion of gambling, and things finally clicked when he realized that the theme centered around mythological monsters.
Tzargos caressed the necklace between his fingers mockingly as he looked over the counter at the salesperson’s legs. As he suspected, one of them was replaced with a wooden peg. "So Asmodaios, I see you're back and in the business of corrupting children now? I thought I already taught you your lesson a long time ago, but if you need another challenge-"
The daemon cut him off before he could finish. Both Asmodaios and Tzargos had a thing about not refusing challenges, but Asmodaios wasn't ready to face him yet. "I wasn’t expecting to see you here either, useless godling. You're irrelevant to this world, so just go lie down and fade away already. This is your last chance, I won't let you off the hook so easily next time."
One moment later, the peg-legged salesclerk disappeared, leaving only the scent of sulfur and nerd behind.
Thankfully, it wouldn’t be too much effort. He had a pretty hot date that night and would hate to miss it. His first stop was at one of the local game shops, where the windows were plastered with posters advertising the Pokedaemon Trading Card Game. The shop reeked of unshowered nerds, but it was still a step up above the stench of unshowered gamblers combined with cigarette smoke and alcohol in casinos. Something about it was still awkward though, with the awkward gaze of pimply nerds focused on ‘Max’ as he strolled in with his usual swagger.
Perhaps he was a little over-dressed? While all the other patrons were clad in graphic tees and ratty old jeans, he was dressed to impress for tonight’s date. Sporting a tight dress shirt with the top few buttons undone, the guy at the counter instantly tensed up at the sight of the seemingly normal necklace dangling over Max’s partially exposed chest.
"And here I was just looking for some cards, but instead it seems like you just saw something you like?" He said sarcastically, with a playful smirk at the salesperson.
The salesperson stared right past Max and gave his customers a stern look. They rose out of their seats, each glancing at the god-in-disguise without a word as they left the store. Tzargos didn’t let it faze him as he examined the glass display cases intently. The cases featured some rare individual Pokedaemon cards at insane prices, along with boxes of booster packs with random cards inside. The game seemed to represent some sick perversion of gambling, and things finally clicked when he realized that the theme centered around mythological monsters.
Tzargos caressed the necklace between his fingers mockingly as he looked over the counter at the salesperson’s legs. As he suspected, one of them was replaced with a wooden peg. "So Asmodaios, I see you're back and in the business of corrupting children now? I thought I already taught you your lesson a long time ago, but if you need another challenge-"
The daemon cut him off before he could finish. Both Asmodaios and Tzargos had a thing about not refusing challenges, but Asmodaios wasn't ready to face him yet. "I wasn’t expecting to see you here either, useless godling. You're irrelevant to this world, so just go lie down and fade away already. This is your last chance, I won't let you off the hook so easily next time."
One moment later, the peg-legged salesclerk disappeared, leaving only the scent of sulfur and nerd behind.
This application was made by NotAllPixieDustIsGolden of Caution2.0 please do not remove this credit thank you!
